Hi Haters

How will I describe me?

Hmmm, let me see.

Envision –

Confidence in my walk,

The thunder in my talk,

The power in my curves that make you want to shout out so many sensual action verbs.

Yea, my head is stuck up in the sky so high,

Only I can create my fall into unexpecting dive.

Many may try to negate my glorious fate,

But my confidence keeps me afloat, while defecating on all your silly jokes.

Yea, watch me glide,

As I navigate through the heavenly sky.

Catch a glimpse as I fly by,

Feel the trail of my blaze, sending a message that will haze.

LOL

HI HATERS!

Meeting with my Pen

“You’re a monster with words” is how one scriber described my writing style.

With a pen as my sword, I speak with conviction, boldness and power leaving those who read the lacing of my words wondering, “HOW?”

How is it that I excite and entertain my readers’ mind, with a parallel of words that are endless in time?

It is with great passion that I indulge myself with an abundance of words, which I enjoy making love to constantly.

Yes, it is sure excitement that I gain as the tip of my pen touches the very fiber of my skin, causing not only me, but also my readers to exclaim, “MORE, Por favor dar me más! GIVE ME MORE.”

Nothing can be more exuberating than feeding and educating a mind through a poetic way of self-expression.

So don’t be offended! If my pen begins to focus on you, because its ultimate goal is only to spill truth and release every demons from its hiding booth because my pen only know how to speak underlining truth.

If your foolish mind starts to contemplate and even dear to challenge my pen’s path – WATCH OUT! Because you will meet your dear end, at the very click of my pen, for the foolish lies that you spread in order to puff up your own head.

I will take you in a single blow; pluck you out until there is no more. Shred your vicious lies and plant them so they all can see what you really mean to me.

A position of power does not make you a man, for when your day comes, you will quiver like quick sand, in the palms of my hand.

So this your warning, think twice before you decide to do me, or there will be a meeting of us three, that’s you, my pen and me.

I am a songwriter



Suzie Potter

I am a songwriter who has a poetic way of self-expression.  I paint gracefully with every brush stoke of my pen.  Bringing life to a new a beginning or abrupt end.  My words will enlighten you while placing you under my spell.  Making you crave for more, till that’s all you are able to dwell.  So watch as I embrace you with the illumination of my perfect everlasting rise.  So don’t despise what my mind enables you to visualize. 

No Loving You

Relations are so fickle. You known a person all your life and assumed they will always be there. The assumption is that you will always be there to care, for me to share all my dreams, ambitions and life choices. Instead, it amazes me how people you love, trust, believe in can take a 90º turn from you when you stop to think and make decisions independent from them. Since when is it lawful for another adult to personal choose what is good for a mental stable person.

Zulva.com

How can you call it love, if you are not there when I call you? O, I now understand. It’s called tough love. If you closed the doors to my path to you, it is suppose to hurt, causing me to return to you. It is your goal to drain me from the fumes that intoxicates my liver. You need to reattach my puppet strings. Enabling you to dictate my every move, the way I breathe, the beating of my heart. Because from your perspective I am broken and need to be adjusted, fixed.

It is funny to me, because love should be deeper than that. What was once a clear picture has begun to fad as time passes. Because in your world, the two cannot co-exist. There is no loving you, if I want to love myself and do me.

I'm Not

Stop trying to make me in something I'm not!
Because it appears I'm available on the spot.
Cuz I'm not.

My life involves more than you, you and you.
Yes, it's true
I do live a life that appears to be invain
no 9 to 5
no place to go
no place to be
but you see,
things are not always what they appear to be.

I work just as hard as you,
trying to build my dreams too.
I have passions, ambition, goals, and aspirations that involves beyond these four walls,
walls that appear to all of sudden closing in on me,
preventing me
to grow, to explore, to be in the know and making me feel that I’m sufferin.

It’s you, you and you that have painted the existing label on me as if my life is limited by your own stamp of approval.
I don’t need dictations, solicitations, or written manuals to guide me through,
a checklist of things that I’m ordered to do.

If it is a list you want to create,
then drown me in a barrel of lust of things that will elevate,
my mind, wipe away my fears or life of shame,
but don’t add to my game
or try to hold up me from my claim to fame
because I am not to blame.

For wanting more than limited options, that can be placed on a label,
because I’m full of possibilities that has enable,
me to blossom as a flower, to shine at the top of my hour,
that can create greater glory for my rising power.

So stop trying to make me into something I’m not
Because I appear to be accessible to you, you and you on the spot,
Cuz I’m not!

I’m my own woman, who wants to be uplifted to my queenly throne,
not to some unknown.
So lift up your finger and don’t assume that I feel it’s fair.
There is more to my life than you appear to care.

Take note,
There are other passions within me,
Can you not see?
Or is it that you don’t want it to be,
for me to be free,
To be busy as a bee.
To do me.
You see!

There is more to me than you, you and you are willing to see
But I no longer ask but I demand
Stop limiting me
Trying to enslave me to domestic way of doing
As the slave master back in the day
But there is no way
I can give in today

Or settle for less
Because I know I’m the best
At whatever this mind decides to enterprise
So if you want to continue to entertain my rise
You must realize!
Cuz I’m aiming to fly
So high that I can touch the sky
So don’t stop my ride
Cuz you want me to be your personal guide

So stop trying to make me something I’m not
Because it appears I’m available on the spot
Cuz I’m not!

Beginning or Past

Where to start? Do I revisit my past where there are some many faded memories of yesterday? Faded because I refuse to contemplate past pains that have haunted me for so long. I find that life is so much easier by not dealing with my painful memories. To bury them and pretend as if they never existed. It is easier to act as if I have forgotten than confront those skeletons that I can't see, but can hear them from time to time as those old bones rustle genteelly when my memory blows its way. At least I pretend that it's easy that way.

Do I start from the present? Describing the blissfulness of how my past has not predetermined my current mental state.

This will be interesting to see where my single eye view will take me next.